Mothers Are All Slightly Insane.

I Am A Kind Of Paranoid In Reverse. I Suspect People Of Plotting To Make Me Happy.

We’re Freaks, That’s All. Those Two Bastards Got Us Nice And Early And Made Us Into Freaks With Freakish Standards, That’s All. We’re The Tattooed Lady, And We’re Never Going To Have A Minute’s Peace, The Rest Of Our Lives, Until Everybody Else Is Tattooed, Too.

I Know. I'm Very Hard To Talk To. I Realize That.

All Mothers Are Slightly Insane.

Nobody Who's Really Using His Ego, His Real Ego, Has Any Time For Any Goddam Hobbies